Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.
The VooDoo Room
The newly opened Eternity is an expensive fine dining restaurant nestled high upon the hills of the North - providing it a breathtaking view of the city below. The award-winning chefs at Eternity collaborate directly with local farmers and producers to source the freshest ingredients for its ever-changing menu. The staff at Eternity pride themselves on serving each customer's unique dietary needs - from the vampiric to the mortal races. Reservations are strongly encouraged as Eternity is frequently booked to capacity.
Located in the heart of the North, the Voodoo Room is the spirits lover's destination of choice in Sacrosanct. The Voodoo room is a craft cocktail bar that aims to provide an eclectic and exotic atmosphere. Nestled among the William Morris wallpaper, gold, and wood, you will find a new kind of neighborhood cocktail bar. One where hospitality and skill work in concert. With intoxicating liquors and a voodoo vibe, the Voodoo room will keep you coming back for more. Guided by the mantra of providing a one of a kind, high-end experience, the Voodoo Room's mixologists meet the highest standards with a fantastically themed selection of cocktails and specials.
Dark, Gothic, and thoroughly theatrical, the Witchery is a place to indulge yourself with it's lavish, theatrical suites. Whatever room you choose, you'll find glamor, indulgence, and luxury. From the Vestry to the Library and the Armory, the suites of the Witchery are nothing short of sensually romantic. A stay at the Witchery is not complete without dining in the rich baroque surroundings of the original oak-paneled hotel or among the elegant candle-lit charms of the Secret Garden. Whether you stay or dine, The Witchery is an unforgettably magical experience.
The vampire laced his cold, undead fingers together and let his arms come to rest on the wood-stained bartop as he waited patiently for his beverage. The bar maid had disappeared to help another customer, one who brought the cold and the damp in with her, and he turned his face away as not to feel the rush of it directly. But otherwise, settling in at the bar was doing the trick. Dareios breathed a deep sigh of relief as the bar maid returned, uncorking what he presumed was the establishment's most expensive bottle of wine. He nodded curtly to her as she slid a dusty glass of red wine his way. Before taking that first indulgent sip, the vampire flipped a few green bills onto the bar in an effort to soothe what he anticipated to be a semi longterm relationship with the bar maid tonight.
His phone buzzed away in his pocket, the screen faintly illuminated through the soft fabric of his trousers, but the vampire ignored it. It was work. And it could wait. He could hear the bar maid talking to another patron but paid little attention while he lazily contemplated his commitments for the next day. His mind was just beginning to go blank at the third or fourth sip of the rich and savory wine when he heard his name. "Mr. Auerbach?" The vampire felt a sudden tightness in his gut and a momentary feeling of dread wash over him. For the most part, Dareios didn't mind being recognized. In fact, he'd grown accustomed to it. But he was not in the mood to turn 'on' Mr. Mayor or Mr. Rich & Friendly Neighborhood Vampire. Not tonight.
Dareios pivoted slowly in his bar stool to face the person inquiring about him with a feigned smile across his thin lips. But much to the mayor's surprise, it was a pretty young human standing there. One he immediately recognized from the coffee shop near the university, those many months ago. "Oh, hello!" He said cheerfully, though clearly taken aback. He returned her own infectious smile with one of his own. This one was far less forced. "It's Miya, right?" He said, racking his memory of the spilled doughnuts and their dreary walk through downtown to the forefront of his mind. "Please, call me Dareios. I hate the 'Mr.' moniker. It makes me sound ancient, doesn't it?" He motioned with one long and thin arm for her to sit next him, if she felt so inclined. Despite his somewhat disagreeable mood tonight, Dareios would not turn away company. Especially that of a pretty young human, one he found quite charming the first time they met. She had made an impression, that was for certain.
"How wonderful, to see you again." He said sincerely with a nod of his head. The vampire contemplated offering to buy her a drink, but he takes notice of the coffee mug in her hand and pushes the thought away. "I take it those street lights are in tip top shape these days?" He asks, remembering that the dark streets near her flat made her nervous to walk alone. He had gone straight to the public works director the next day to have them repaired. "I'm fine, busy as ever, thanks for asking. But more importantly, how are you?"
Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl